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Restoration of Magic	By : Bickymonster & CelticKitsune Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10396 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: We know that there are probably going to be questions about why the kids are acting so young, if Harry is supposed to be 14, why is he acting like a child? The main reason for this, is because they are being raised by Fae, who age a lot slower than wizards. To the Fae, being 14, is the equivalent of being about 8, or even younger than that. Harry, along with all the other children in this city, have been very sheltered, and raised the same way any Fae child would be raised. Harry and the others have not yet been given a reason to 'grow up'.

Also, thank you to Emily for all her help Beta-ing this story.
March 1995

The city was dark, well past the time for everyone to be in bed. The only ones still awake were the handful of guards who patrolled the city, not that they were truly needed, in fact the only reason they were there at all was because of the additions to the city over the past years. As the guards made their rounds, a small figure slowly crept along the side of the building, staying hidden in the shadows until the guards had passed.

The fourteen year old boy grinned once the danger had passed. He made sure the hood of his dark, flowing cloak was up properly as he quickly and quietly darted out from his hiding spot, running down the street before the guards could come back and make him return to his room. Staying off the main streets as often as he could, it took nearly twenty minutes for the boy to reach his destination, but when he arrived, he wasted no time hurrying up to the door and knocking. Shifting nervously from one foot to the other, the small boy looked around, keeping an eye out for any guards that might be coming his way.

“Come on, open up,” he said, knocking on the door again. He was about to knock a third time when the door opened and he grinned up at the person who had opened the door. “Alais!” he said happily throwing his arms around the startled Council member.

“Harry?” Alais said as she pushed back his hood and blinked down at the small teenager before letting out a long sigh. “What are you doing here? It’s past curfew,” she said, but pulled the boy into the house anyway. “And look at you! It’s only March, it’s freezing out and you’re running the streets in not much more than your night gown!”

“But I wanted to see you! And I have a cloak too,” Harry said looking up at Alais with large green eyes. “I wanted to show you something!”

“And this ‘something’ couldn’t have waited until tomorrow?” Alais asked, leading Harry further into the house.

Harry shook his head as Alais made him sit down in a chair, while she conjured a blanket and something hot for him to drink. He took the steaming cup, giving Alais a thankful smile as he sipped at it. “I had to see you tonight,” Harry insisted after he had taken a few sips, and Alais seemed satisfied that he was warming up now.

“Alright, Harry,” Alais smiled fondly at the boy that truly was a lot smaller than anyone else his age. Alais cared for all the children that had been brought to the city but, out of all of them, she was not ashamed to admit that Harry was her favorite. “What was so important that you had to run here, at two in the morning, in the middle of March,” Alais asked and watched the still smiling Harry as he set his steaming cup aside, removed the blanket from around his shoulders and dug around in the pocket inside of his cloak before he pulled out a small stone and held it out to her.

Alais picked up the stone that Harry was handing to her. Looking it over, she could see that it was indeed a crystal, and though the feeling was faint, she could also feel that the stone had been infused with magic. “Harry, did you make this?” she asked, looking at the small boy, who nodded happily.

“Yes!” he exclaimed, taking it back from her for a moment. The next second, the stone lit up, filling the room with light as the stone floated nearly an inch above Harry’s hand.

“Harry-”

“Wait, there’s more,” Harry interrupted her, clearly excited about what he was going to do next. Alais nodded and watched the stone patiently as Harry focused on it, pouring more of his magic into it.

“Remember, don’t force it, Harry,” Alais reminded him gently.

Harry let out a small breath and nodded, closing his eyes and stopped trying to force the magic to do what he wanted. Opening his eyes again, he focused on the stone once more, gently feeding his magic in as he had been taught, and in the next moment the room seemed to be filled with color, lights reflecting off the crystal as it slowly turned above Harry’s hand, changing from one color to another, the light changing along with it.

It was a simple trick, something that a lot of fae children could do if they put their mind to it, but Alais could easily see why this made Harry so happy, and why he had wanted to show her. “Harry, that is wonderful,” she praised as the light faded. Reaching out, she pulled the blanket back over Harry’s shoulders before wrapping him in a gentle hug.

“I’ve been practicing, and I finally got it right. I wanted to show it to you,” Harry said, leaning into the hug. “I wanted to show you all day, but I didn’t see you at all, and I couldn’t wait any longer,” Harry admitted, a small yawn escaping him now that his excitement had started to fade.

“I can tell. You keep practicing, and you will be able to keep that stone lit all night,” Alais said and Harry smiled, snuggling further into the hug. He was happy and content, and could have probably fallen asleep right there if a knock at the door didn’t have him sitting up straight.

Alais chuckled. “It seems they’ve started checking your room more often; it didn’t take them long at all to find you missing tonight,” Alais said as she stood up, leaving a pouting Harry in his chair to finish his drink as she went to answer the door.

“I take it he’s here?” The familiar voice of Itham had Harry jumping from his chair and running to greet the high Council member in much the same manner as he had greeted Alais.

“Itham!” Harry giggled happily as Itham caught him and lifted him up hugging him back.

“Harry, you must stop sneaking out of your room at night. I have told you before, if you want to come seen Alais, I can arrange for a meeting during normal daylight hours when people are actually awake,” Itham scolded with fond exasperation.

“But I HAD to see her,” Harry said, pulling back from the hug to look at Itham.

“Oh? And why did you have to see her so urgently?” Itham raised an eyebrow at Harry, who lifted his hand and showed him the crystal that he had shown Alais moments before. Itham took the stone and looked it over much the same way that Alais did.

“You made yourself a glow stone?” he asked, handing the stone back to Harry, who wrapped his hand tightly around it.

“I did,” Harry nodded, as Itham set him back on his feet.

Neither of the Council members had to ask why the first magical item Harry made was a glow stone; ever since he was a young boy, Harry had had an unexplainable fear of the dark, only made worse by the nightmares he had suffered from. Although both Alais and Itham had believed that Harry had grown out of both of these things, the glow stone was a good indication that even without the nightmares, Harry still didn’t like the dark.

Itham put a hand on Harry’s head. “We should get you back to bed, before the guards truly notice you missing,” Itham said.

“You mean they haven’t started looking for him yet?” Alais questioned.

“No, I was up late doing some paperwork, when I saw this little one running down the street, barefoot, in the middle of March,” Itham said, looking down at Harry, who shifted nervously, lowering his gaze to the floor.

“I already spoke to him about that,” Alais interjected before Itham could scold Harry.

“Yes, and he truly looks sorry for what he did,” Itham sighed and looked down at Harry before kneeling so he was on closer eye level with the fourteen year old. Harry kept his eyes fixed on the floor until Itham put a finger under Harry’s chin, forcing green eyes to lock with his own. “Harry, I do understand why you felt the need to come here tonight, both Alais and I know what this glowstone truly means for you, but you could have waited for the morning.”

“But I-”

Itham put a finger over Harry’s mouth stopping the protest. “I know, Harry, but think about what it means for those poor guards. It is their job, their duty to protect you and the others. How do you think they feel whenever they find your bed empty? When they search for you and you are nowhere to be found? It means that they have failed in their job. If they can not stop a fourteen year old from sneaking out, how are they to stop someone else who may try to sneak in and harm you?”

Green eyes glistened with tears. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I didn’t know I was being that much trouble,” Harry said, rubbing at his eyes. “I just… I wanted to show Alais, and I wanted to show you too, but you never come see me anymore. You two are always busy; I haven’t seen you in a week and I missed you, and I… I just wanted to show you,” Harry said hiccuping as the tears started to fall. Itham sighed and pulled Harry into a hug.

“We have missed you too, dear one,” Itham said softly. “I know you did not mean to cause any trouble. There is no harm done, and we can consider this a small lesson, to think before you act,” Itham said, sighing when he felt Harry hold onto him tighter as the small fourteen year old continued to cry. Itham looked up at Alais, silently pleading for help.

The younger Council member took pity on him, gently pulling Harry away and turning the crying teen to look at her. “Hush now, Harry,” she said, drying his eyes even though more tears fell. “You have seen both of us now tonight; there is no need to cry. Come back to the sitting room, you can fall asleep here, then Itham will take you back to your room,” Alais compromised.

Harry nodded, taking Alais’ hand and allowing himself to be lead back to the sitting room. Alais sat down on the settee, and Harry lay down, with his head on her lap, taking comfort from the gentle fingers that combed through his unruly hair as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

“Out of all the children, why is this one the trouble maker?” Itham asked as he looked down at the sleeping Harry. Alais smiled and continued stroking Harry’s hair.

“It’s because we have spoiled him, more so than any of the others,” Alais pointed out. “Though I don’t think anyone can blame us for how we treated him, considering the circumstances that lead to him arriving in the city so much earlier than we had expected…”

“That is in the past,” Itham said, somewhat dismissively. “He survived, and though he may seem small, and physically weaker than most of the others, he has a connection to magic that the other wizard children will never have.” Itham looked concerned as he continued watching Harry. “The connection is strong enough that there are times when I wonder if he will actually be able to return to his own world.” Itham sighed shaking his head and standing up straighter.

“He can’t stay here indefinitely, Itham,” Alais said sadly. “That would defy the point of everything we have been working to achieve.”

“I think you should be telling yourself that, Alais,” Itham said, giving his fellow Council member a knowing look. “We have both become too attached to this boy, and, when the time comes, he is not going want to leave us. We must take the time now to distance ourselves from him, for his own good,” Itham said.

“I know that!” Alais snapped, her voice a little louder than she had meant it to be; Harry shifted in his sleep, making a small noise of protest, but thankfully didn’t wake up. “I know,” Alais said again, more quietly this time, “it’s just difficult. He is still so small, so young,” Alais said her focus returning to Harry.

“He is nearly an adult by wizard standards. I think we all tend to forget that they do have a shorter lifespan than us, and as a result seem age much faster than Fae children,” Itham reminded her, as he came to take a seat next to her. “I think we may have coddled them all too much, Harry particularly, because in just five years they will be returning to their own world. I know how difficult it is, Alais, but we must start to distance ourselves from him now. It will hurt him less in the future,” Itham said, taking her free hand between his.

“I still don’t know why we can’t just tell him and the others what is truly going on,” Alais huffed, pulling her hand back and glaring at Itham in annoyance. This was far from the first time that they had had this disagreement, as reflected by Itham’s exasperation.

“Because Arnaldo had forbidden us to speak of it to the children,” he stated simply. “If they knew where they came from, then they would likely try to run away and return back to their world too soon. And none of them, even the older ones, are ready to face what is out there, they are far too innocent, and naive in a lot of ways.”

“Well that is our own doing,” Alais pointed out with a frown. “There are so many things that they are ready to know, even if we are not ready to teach them. Maybe the Council would agree to keep them here longer,” she suggested, not wanting to let them leave, not wanting to lose them.

“We must stick to the plan,” Itham told her with a weary sigh. “Or else all that we have put these families through, all our plans, will have been for nothing,” Itham reminded her.

“You mean all of Arnaldo and Tinasia’s plans,” Alais scoffed, still feeling bitter that she and Itham had been overruled so easily by the rest of the Council, even almost nineteen years later.

“Yes, but it is not just them. Alais, please,” Itham beseeched, “I know you have a difficult time following orders, so I am asking you, as your friend, to keep your head low and allow Arnaldo’s plan to continue. We will have our own time to act,” Itham said, hoping that Alais understood, and perhaps more importantly, was going to agree.

“I will distance myself from Harry,” Alais said sadly, taking a moment to look down at the sleeping boy in her arms. “But if he comes to me, I can not turn him away,” she insisted and Itham nodded his understanding; it was the best he was going to get at the moment.

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Draco grumbled sleepily as the darkness of the dormitory was broken, and he rolled over in his bed when he heard someone moving about. He was half ready to reprimand whoever had been off wandering, but caught himself when he recognised Itham, the slip of light from the crack in the door catching on the man’s face.

The blond pushed himself up on his elbows, and watched as the Elder carefully placed Harry back into his bed on the other side of the room, removing Harry’s cloak and draping it over the end of the bed. Pansy, Hannah and Susan remained undisturbed, fast asleep, if Hannah’s soft snores were any indication.

“Did he sneak out again?” Draco asked curiously, his quiet tone somehow still full of disapproval. He sat up a little more and brushed sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand, as Itham turned a smile towards him.

“Of course, and he has already been reprimanded,” Itham said with fond exasperation, as he finished tucking Harry’s blankets tightly around him with a casual wave of his hand before heading over towards Draco. “But what exactly are you doing awake?”

“The light woke me,” Draco told him, gesturing towards the partially opened door. “Blaise will have fun telling him off tomorrow,” he added, a smile twitching on his lips at the prospect of seeing Harry told off by his mate… again; every time it happened it made Draco very glad that Theodore was so easy going.

“You should not look so pleased at that prospect,” Itham chastised, barely managing to hide his amusement as he pressed a hand to Draco’s shoulder, making the fourteen year old lie back down. “And you should definitely be trying to get back to sleep. I doubt Kire would be happy to hear you were awake at such an hour.”

“I know,” Draco said petulantly as he allowed himself to be tucked in. Kire, his and Theodore’s mentor, was a little on the strict side at times, and so he really didn’t fancy having to listen to that particular lecture.

“Sleep well,” Itham said fondly, as he brushed a hand over Draco’s hair as the young blond’s eyes drifted shut. For all that he had said to Alais about letting go, about not allowing these children to grow too attached, he found that he wasn’t ready to see them leave either. Though he knew it would be best to follow his own advice, if his own plans were to succeed.

Leaning down Itham pressed a kiss to Draco’s forehead before standing and doing the same with the other sleeping children in the room.

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The following day, Harry found himself being woken up far too early for his liking. The person was rather insistent as they continued shaking his shoulder. Swatting at the person in annoyance, Harry attempted to roll over and go back to sleep.

“Oh no you don’t,” the unmistakable voice of Pansy said, right before Harry felt his blankets being ripped away from him. He tried to hold onto them, but the end result of this was Harry falling out of bed, landing heavily on the floor with his blankets now missing.

“Pansy!” Harry whined, looking up at the girl who was now standing over him with his stolen blankets, only to find Draco standing there as well, looking rather amused. Susan and Hannah looked over from where they were getting ready for the day, shaking their heads before going back to ignoring the three of them.

“We let you sleep in longer than we had to, but you have to get up now,” Pansy said and Harry flopped down onto the floor.

“But I’m really tired!” Harry continued to whine.

“That is your own fault. If you hadn’t snuck out again last night...” Draco said with a knowing smirk and the green-eyed boy looked up at him in surprise.

“How do you know that?” Harry asked with a frown. He had thought he had been discreet when he had snuck out; no one had tried to stop him after all.

“I woke up when Itham brought you back,” Draco explained dismissively. “Now, I suggest you get up. Or I could just go and get Blaise, I’m sure he’d be interested to know about your late night adventure,” Draco offered teasingly, and was satisfied to see Harry’s green eyes widen.

“Has anyone ever told you that you don’t play fair?” Harry asked with a pout as he scurried to his feet, and Draco shrugged.

“I believe you have told me this, multiple times, since we were children,” Draco said, still smirking as Harry hurried to get himself ready for the day. “And not playing fair has always provided the best results,” Draco pointed out and Harry huffed as he pulled off his night gown and threw it at the blond boy.

“You could be a bit nicer,” Harry said petulantly, but as he turned away, he found that his clothes for the day had already been laid out for him, including his favourite tunic. Glancing over his shoulder at Draco, who still had that stupid smirk on his face, Harry let out another huff of annoyance. “Thanks,” he mumbled and he quickly got dressed as the girls were ready and just waiting on Harry and Draco now.

“Don’t forget your bag,” Pansy reminded Harry as he headed toward the door. He gave a frustrated sigh as he changed direction to grab the bag that was sitting at the end of his unmade bed.

“And you could make your bed before we leave,” Draco added as Harry slung the bag over his own shoulder.

“We’re already going to be late. I can make it later,” Harry said, hurrying toward the door out of their dormitory when Susan opened it. Draco rolled his eyes and waved his hand toward the messy bed, the blankets righting themselves within seconds.

“I don’t know why you put up such a fuss about keeping your space clean, it’s not like it takes all that long,” Draco pointed out as the five of them left the room together, heading down the hallway toward the dining hall.

“Maybe I like leaving my bed a mess. Maybe I find it more comfy to sleep in a pile of blankets,” Harry argued back, smiling when Draco rolled his eyes again.

“You are impossible!” Draco said, exasperated, and Harry laughed.

“Are you two fighting this early in the morning?” a kind voice said from behind them. The five younger teens turned and Harry smiled when he saw Angelina standing there.

“Morning, Angelina!” he greeted warmly. “No, we’re not fighting, we’re just having a disagreement,” Harry assured her happily.

“A loud disagreement,” Draco clarified.

“Last I checked, that is what arguing is,” Pansy added in helpfully, earning a mild glare from Harry.

Angelina chuckled, shaking her head at them. “Whatever you want to call it, I think you should do less of it, or maybe do it a little quieter. The Elders are here today, and I don't think it would be wise for you to be fighting in front of them,” Angelina said, patting both Harry and Draco on the head, the blond batting her hand away and causing Harry to laugh. “I have to go meet up with Cedric, I will see you all at lunch today,” she told them and with that, Angelina was off, hurrying down the hallway, her knee length skirt swishing elegantly as she walked, in a way that magically imbued clothing could.

“I didn’t know the Elders were coming here today,” Susan said, looking worriedly at her roommates. The senior Council Members didn’t show up often, but when they did, the mentors tended to demand perfect behaviour from all of the young witches and wizards, something that seemed to prove difficult for some.

“They shouldn’t be here today,” Draco said pensively, “this is off schedule for them. It’s only mid-March, they’re not scheduled to be here for another two weeks.”

“Itham didn’t say anything about it last night…” Harry added, looking thoughtful as they started moving again, Susan and Hannah leading the way.

“Maybe they’re here BECAUSE of last night?” Pansy offered.

“But I’ve snuck out multiple times before, why would they only be coming here about that now?” Harry asked as they reached the entrance to the dining room.

“You snuck out again?” Blaise asked incredulously, having overheard their conversation as he and Theo approached from the other hallway, which led to their dormitory.

“Erm… maybe,” Harry said, turning around and smiling innocently up at his mate’s scowling face. Harry couldn’t help but take in his mate’s appearance, and how handsome his mate looked, in his delicately detailed, hooded waistcoat, and with his arms crossed over his chest.

“He did,” Draco added helpfully, earning a glare from Harry.

“If you knew, why didn’t you stop him?” Theodore asked, coming to stand next to Blaise. Draco couldn’t keep the smile from his face when he saw his own mate, taking a few steps forward and sighing happily when Theodore wrapped his arms around Draco’s smaller form.

“I didn’t see him sneak out, I only woke up when Itham brought him back,” Draco said, turning his attention toward Blaise and Harry, content to watch from where he was, wrapped up in his mate's arms.

“Harry...” Blaise said, not looking to happy about the fact that his small mate has managed to sneak out again, “we’ve talked about this; you sneaking out is dangerous,” Blaise said.

“I know… Itham lectured me about it last night,” Harry said, looking down as he remembered what the high Council member had told him. “But I had to go out last night!” Harry exclaimed, still intent on arguing his point. Digging around in his pocket, he pulled out the crystal and showed it to Blaise. “I had to show Alais this.”

Blaise picked up the stone, looking it over. He could feel traces of Harry’s magic in it but a frown formed on his face when he couldn’t tell what the stone actually did. “You made a magic stone,” Blaise said, sounding impressed as he handed it back to Harry, who nodded happily.

“I did! I made a glow stone!” Harry couldn’t hold in his excitement as the look of annoyance and anger faded from Blaise’s face, and was replaced with a look of love and pride.

“Wait, hold it,” Pansy said, cutting into the conversation and taking the stone to get a look at it herself. “You made this?” she asked, looking at Harry in awe. “We’ve only just started learning about the basics, we’re not even going to get into how to make a magic stone for another year, maybe two. Angelina and Cedric haven't even managed to make their own magic stones yet and they’re top of their year. How did you manage to make one?” Pansy asked in pure surprise.

“Because my Harry is special,” Blaise said proudly and pulled Harry into a tight hug, kissing the top of Harry’s head, smiling when he heard the smaller boy giggle.

“Alright, alright, break it up!” the stern voice of Kire said, as he strode towards them from out of the dining hall, with a clap of his hands. The mentor purposefully broke up the group, making sure to separate Harry from Blaise, and Draco from Theodore. “You know the rules about close contact,” he scolded the teens.

“It’s a stupid rule, he’s my mate,” Draco said motioning to Theodore. “Why can’t I be close to him?”

“That is a good question, and something that I will be covering in today’s lessons,” Kire said with an exasperated huff. “Now I suggest you all go and eat. There is a busy day ahead of you, and we wouldn’t want any of you to be late for your lessons,” Kire said, shooing them along into the dining hall. He kept a close eye as they headed over to the table where Neville, Ron and Terry were already sitting together, making sure that the mates didn’t get any closer to each other, except for holding hands.

Harry agreed with Draco; he thought it was a stupid rule, as he always felt best when he was close to Blaise, and Harry could only assume that Draco felt the same when it came to being close to Theodore; though many of the mates, such as Pansy and Neville did seem to be content to abide by the instruction. They had all grown up knowing the rules, but it struck Harry as odd that no one had even gone into any detail about why the rules were in place and he was interested to know more.

“Draco, if Kire does go over that stupid rule with you during this morning’s mentor session, will you fill me in later?” Harry asked hopefully as the two of them took seats next to each other, their mate’s on their other sides.

“You can just wait for your own lessons with Firo,” Draco said, smiling when Harry pouted at him. “You have a lesson with him just after breakfast, and I’m sure he’ll tell you if you ask,” he pointed out, but Harry continued to look at him imploringly. “But yes, if you don’t know by the end of the day, and I do, I will tell you,” Draco promised with an indulgent sigh.

“What will Firo probably tell Harry?” Neville asked curiously, as Pansy took a seat between him and Theo.

“Why we aren’t allowed to do more than hold hands with our mates,” Pansy told him before either Draco or Harry had a chance to answer and she took Neville’s hand in her own. “Kire got his knickers in a twist because Blaise, Harry, Theo and Draco were all getting too snuggly,” she added with a teasing grin as they all started helping themselves to the fruit heavy breakfast in front of them.

“Doesn’t Kire always have his knickers in a twist?” Ron asked, glancing over to where most of the mentors were sat together. This caused the others around the table laugh and chuckle at Kire’s expense; it was well known that Draco and Theodore had one of the strictest mentors.

“As much as I agree with Ron, at least Kire is offering to explain to Draco,” Hannah pointed out calmly. “That’s more than Nalia has ever done for me or Terry.” And Terry nodded his head in agreement.

“Syndra implied that it was to protect us, when I asked,” Pansy told them with a shrug, and the others turned to look at her in surprise. “She didn’t want to say more than that, though that was a few years back that I asked. I could try again if you guys wanted me to,” she offered.

“Why don’t we see what Kire has to tell Draco this morning, before we start encouraging Pansy to berate her mentor,” Theodore suggested, the corner of his mouth quirking into smile as he added the cubes of melon from his bowl to Draco’s, knowing that it was his mate’s favourite.

“I would not berate Syndra!” Pansy exclaimed with an outraged huff; Draco and Harry both snorted in disbelief earning a pointed glare from Pansy. “I wouldn’t,” she reiterated defensively.

“Don’t listen to them,” Neville said, smiling sweetly as he give his mate’s hand a squeeze. “I know you wouldn’t.” And Pansy gave a satisfied huff, that only made Neville smile more broadly.

“They’re nauseatingly cute, aren’t they?” Harry said in a loud whisper as he leaned closer to Blaise, grinning up at his mate joyfully. Blaise smiled at him indulgently, pressing a kiss to Harry’s temple, not caring what the mentors had to say about it.

“Like you are one to talk,” Draco pointed out. “You and Blaise would be all over each other if it wasn’t for our ever watchful mentors.”

“I don’t really care what the mentors want to say to us, they can’t stop us forever,” Blaise said grinning before he kissed Harry’s forehead again.

“Could you maybe NOT do that at the table?” Ron asked, narrowing his eyes at Blaise.

“Leave them alone, Ron,” Susan said. “I think it’s sweet.” She smiled and reached to take his hand. Ron, however, moved his hand away to help himself to seconds, seeming not to notice Susan reaching for him. The movement didn’t go unnoticed by Harry though; he had seen Ron do similar things before, and it had been often enough that Harry was beginning to think that it might not be an accident.

“Leave it alone, Harry,” Blaise whispered to him when he saw where his mate was looking.

“But...” Harry frowned, looking back at Blaise.

“The mentors will handle their relationship,” Blaise said as he ran his fingers through Harry’s hair soothingly. “Besides, we have our own stuff to worry about, such as the fact that we have five minutes left to eat before we have to meet Firo.” Blaise chuckled when Harry’s eyes widened, before the smaller boy started eating what was left on his plate. Firo was usually fairly easy going, but one thing he truly did not like was for them to show up late to their lessons.

“We’re finished,” Theodore said as he stood up from his seat, pulling Draco to his feet as well. “We’ll see you all later. Harry, I’d like a closer look at your glow stone later, if that’s okay?” Theodore asked.

“Of course!” Harry grinned happily. “I can even show you all how I did it, if you want?” Harry suggested, looking from Theodore and Draco toward Pansy and Neville, all of whom nodded eagerly.

“Wonderful. I always love watching Harry show off,” Draco said teasingly, with a dramatic roll of his eyes.

“You say that as if you, yourself, are not a show off,” Harry giggled in response, as he and Blaise got up from the table too, having finished their own breakfast.

“Oh, I am a show off,” Draco declared unrepentantly, “I love showing off, especially to Theodore.” Draco glanced at his mate, who chuckled and wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist.

“Kire is headed this way,” Neville said helpfully. Draco looked toward his and Theodore’s mentor and sighed pulling away from Theodore before Kire could scold them again.

“Kill joy,” Draco huffed, but he snapped his mouth shut and forced a polite smile as Kire reached them. “We’re ready to go when you are,” he told their mentor.

“Suck up,” Harry whispered, bursting out laughing when Blaise took him by the hand and started to lead him away, over to where Firo was waiting for them. “Take notes, Draco,” he called back, grinning at him over his shoulder.

“Ignore him,” Theodore instructed firmly, before Draco could say anything back, and the two of them followed after Kire, who was already making his way out of the Dining Hall. “Do you really think he will explain the reason for the rules about mates?”

“I hope so,” Draco told him, linking their hands together. “I love being close to you, and I wish I could spend time alone with you. As much as I love Harry and the girls, sometimes I wish it was just you and me.”

“I would like that too,” Theodore said, rubbing his thumb over Draco’s hand as they walked. Draco smiled up at his mate at the affectionate gesture; it was all they could really get away with most of the time. But that didn’t stop them from trying to get away with more whenever there wasn’t someone watching them.

Kire watched the pair of them closely as they entered his room; Kire’s office was surprisingly comfortable, done up in neutral tones with three comfortable chairs dominating the middle of the room. Draco and Theodore took their usual seats across from their mentor, who had already pulled out and opened his notes.

“Today we will be discussing the more intimate aspects of your mateship,” Kire told them without any preamble. “The other mentors and I have become aware that you and your yearmates have become frustrated with the rules put in place for your protection.”

“How are they protecting us?” Draco asked incredulously, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning at their mentor. “What exactly do you think is going to happen if Theo and I spend time alone, or hug too often?”

“There are multiple things that could happen,” Kire said firmly; however, both Draco and Theodore continued to look frustrated and confused. “But what the other mentors and I are most concerned about, are the consequences of you becoming intimate with each other,” Kire told them.

“And we’re asking what kind of consequences,” Draco said irritably. “You let me be alone with Pansy or Harry; what’s so different about Theo?”

“Theodore is your mate, that is the difference,” Kire explained, seeming rather uncomfortable with the whole conversation. “There are… behaviours that you will be inclined to indulge in together. These activities would be… inappropriate at your age.”

“You are still not making much sense,” Theodore said, still frustrated, but being more patient than Draco was being at the moment. “If you are so concerned about us ‘indulging in these activities’, then why is it okay for Draco to be alone with Harry, or the other girls?” Theodore asked, repeating the question Draco had brought up before.

“Because there is no danger, if they were to experiment with each other, that anything would come of that. Harry and Draco, though male on the outside, do not have the same functions as other males, such as yourself and Blaise.”

“That’s why we share a room with and dress more like the girls?” Draco asked, his curiosity only growing more now that they were finally getting some answers. His and Harry’s clothes weren’t very different from their mates’, but they tended to be in paler colours, and flow more, the shapes less tightly fitted to their bodies.

Kire nodded in confirmation. “Like the girls, you and Harry are both able to, with help from your mates, become pregnant and have children of your own. But unlike Theodore or any of his dorm-mates, you are unable to get anyone else pregnant. Do you understand?” he asked.

“Sort of. Not really,” Draco admitted uncertainty. “What do you mean by pregnant? And is having children a bad thing? Is that what you meant by consequence?”

Kire sighed wearily. “Pregnant is when you have a new baby growing inside you,” he explained, and Draco’s face scrunched up in something somewhere between shock and disgust. “And yes, that is the main consequence I was referring to. Would you like to have a small person grow inside of you right now?” he asked.

Draco shook his head; that was definitely not something that he wanted to happen to him. “But I am still confused about how that happens,” he added, wanting to make sure it didn’t accidentally happen to him and Theo. His mate, however, apparently had a bit more of an idea, given the way his cheeks were flushing red.

“That is what I meant by the more intimate aspects of your relationship,” Kire explained vaguely, and Draco frowned, not liking being left in the dark.

“I think Kire is talking about touching… each other,” Theodore offered and Kire nodded again, as Draco turned to look at him with an even more confused expression.

“But we touch all the time,” Draco pointed out. “The rules say we are allowed to hold hands and such,” he added, wanting to make it clear that they hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Erm… touching in other places,” Theodore added, gesturing vaguely to his groin, looking even more flustered. “And… erm… being naked together.”

“You… you want to touch me... there?” Draco asked curiously, his voice a scandalised whisper. Theodore nodded, glancing nervously towards Kire, who was watching the pair of them closely, making occasionally notes in the book on his lap.

“I will remind you that such touching is against the rules, given your age,” Kire added sternly. “As is being alone together, naked or not.”

“We know,” Theodore said, his and Draco’s attention still on each other, both of them mulling over the possibilities. “I love you, Draco, you know that,” taking Draco’s hand in his own as he spoke, “so of course I think about being closer to you. Do you not?”

“I do,” Draco admitted, unsure about saying this in front of Kire even though the Fae had been with them since they were just babies. “I like it when you are close, or you wrap your arms around me and all that. But I hadn’t really thought about being naked together. And I don’t really want some… little person growing inside me,” he added, a blush warming his cheeks.

Kire coughed awkwardly, drawing their attention. “I think I might need to explain sexual intercourse to you,” he said, not looking particularly pleased about this, but resigned to it. “Have either of you ever heard the term sex?”

---------------x

By the time that lunch time rolled around and Kire let them leave, Theodore had to all but drag a horrified Draco from the man’s office. They had had sex explained to them in great detail, complete with diagrams, and Draco was having a hard time coming to terms with some of what they had been told.

“It’s okay, Draco,” Theodore said quietly, “we won’t do anything until you are ready.”

“You think I will ever be ready to let you put… that... there?” Draco asked incredulously, looking up at his mate with wide and slightly panicked eyes.

“Well it isn’t as though the mentors would let us be alone long enough to do anything anyway,” Theodore pointed out. “Their rules are still in place, after all.”

“I still think the rules are stupid and pointless. If they don't want any of us doing… that, just show us those pictures. No one is going to want to be alone with their mate ever again!” Draco said, clearly still traumatised by what he had been told, and shown.

“It wasn’t that bad Draco, and clearly you’re not all that affected, as you are allowing me to hold your hand,” Theodore pointed out with a smirk. “I wonder if Firo agreed to tell Harry and Blaise anything.”

“He did not,” Harry said with a pout, as he and Blaise approached them. “Apparently I am ‘too young for such things’,” he added, in a mocking version of Firo’s voice.

“Well you do look to be about ten,” Draco told him, turning to grin tauntingly at his friend, trying to hide the fact that he had been ranting to Theodore seconds before.

“I do not!” Harry protested, but he failed to keep the serious look on his face for more than a few seconds and was soon grinning again. “I look at least twelve. And anyway, you promised, Draco. You promised you would tell me what Kire told you.”

“I am rethinking that promise. I don’t know if Blaise would want me to traumatise you,” Draco admitted and was unable to stop the shudder that ran through him.

“It couldn’t be that bad,” Harry pouted. “And you promised! You never break your promises!”

“Harry, keep your voice down, there is no need to gain the attention of everyone eating lunch,” Blaise reprimanded, running his hand down Harry’s back to try and calm his mate.

“But Draco promised!” Harry continued to argue.

Draco let out a long sigh. “You’re never going to leave me alone until I tell you.” It was more of a statement than a question.

“Nope!” Harry said, grinning widely, completely unrepentant.

“Fine,” Draco said, exasperated, “I will tell you; later, where there is less chance of Firo overhearing us,” Draco said. “Or the Elders,” he added, gesturing to where they were sat at one of the tables in the Dining Room, talking with some of the mentors of the older children.

“Thank you!” Harry said, not caring about who else was in the room and tackling Draco in a hug in his excitement.

“I am so going to regret this,” Draco said but he hugged Harry back.
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